A GIRL WITH SILVER BOOTS

A girl with silver boots,
Firmly sticking to her roots,
Hates her random mood-swings.
She’s got purple wings.
Needs just a blow of air,
And she’ll fly up there.

Dreams tucked deep in her heart.
She influences you… like some art.
Music flows through her heartstrings.
She’s made of pretty, perfect things.
Needs just a show of care,
And she’ll fly up there.

A girl with golden braids,
Full of shining shades.
And a smile with a vibrant flare.
Her heavenly eyes: an escape, a lair.
She’s always needed by hopeless lovers.
Her smile takes them up there.

Up there where fantasy blooms,
Air smells of her perfume.
Melody entwines in endless loops.
To and fro trips to the moon.

A girl with silver boots,
Firmly sticking to her roots,
Hates her random mood-swings.
And she’s got purple wings.
Take her hand; she’ll take you up there.
Where, I swear, you won’t wanna come back from.

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  1. I love this! It seems people are not adding rhyme as much there days and I miss it!

  2. This is beautiful and I enjoy reading it.

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